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The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spanking, shaving
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Adjusting the Pack's Hierarchy
By
Y. Lee Coyote

We had been neighbors for more than a decade and I had watched Zeus'
boys grow up since Thor was seven year old Timmy and Ares was five year
old Arny.  For that matter I watched myself grow from a shiny new
college grad with an essentially worthless BA to a thirty-three year old
hack stuck teaching in a community college.  Zeus, a semi-skilled
construction worker, moved in with the kids when he was thirty.  It had
been a messy divorce but he got the boys at the price of high alimony.
We had both chosen this location for the low costs and as we were down a
side road did have any other neighbors.  We grew to be family to each
other.  Zeus was effectively my older brother wise in the ways of the
rougher, non-academic world and I was Uncle Lobato (and resident tutor)
to the boys.  We filled a need for each other.

It was great fun for me to have two lively nephews who loved me as if I
was really their uncle.  They were in my house as much as theirs and I
regularly babysat them.  We often did things together like hiking or
when the boys were older, a movie.  It was always on the economy plan
since there was never much money.

Zeus' rules for the boys were always strict and the boys knew well the
consequences for breaking them -- spanking.  By the time they were in
the fourth grade, they were even expected to confess their misdeeds and
ask for their spanking.  They found that it was a good thing to do for
it reduced the penalty.

As I mentioned, we grew to be like family but it was a lot like a pack.
Zeus believed very much in order and that extended to our relationship.
He was the alpha male and I was the beta.  It had always been clear that
he had a dominate personality and also believed in physical domination.
It was less than a year after he moved in that our relationship became
well defined.  The boys were at school and he came over to my place.  It
was in my usual mess.  "Lobato," he said calmly, "you promised to clean
this up.  A man keeps his word.  A boy who does not, gets spanked."
With that he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me over to the couch.
He sat down and started to open my belt and pants.  I objected and he
just barked: "A another word, boy, and you'll get double."

Fortunately, I did shut-up.  It was rare display of common sense.  He
was not that he was so big and I small but that he was much stronger and
experienced in combat.  Seconds later my pants and shorts were about my
ankles as he easily pulled me across his lap like dad had done to me
many years before.  But that was more than half a lifetime ago but the
memories flooded back as his hard calloused hand felt my buns.  He took
a good grip on my waist and started to spank me like I was just a boy.
He hit hard, he hit fast and he hit everywhere.  I was yelling for him
to stop and promising to clean up but he was not listening to me now; he
was beating my butt -- hard.

I no long felt that I was almost thirty one but that I was ten.  Looking
at the carpet close up while one's bottom is being spanked changes one
self-image.  For the first time since dad really gave it to me with his
belt when I was fourteen, I started to cry.  At first just a little sobs
and then more and more until I was out of control.  Sometime after that
he stopped spanking and I just lay there crying.  I remember that he
carried me to my bed and pulled my clothes off and laid me down.  I
remember crying into my pillow for a while.

When I stopped crying he was next to me and told me that I had better
keep my word or the next time it would be with the belt.  I shuddered
and he laughed.  He then gently caressed my hot red butt and, even
sensitive as it was, it was nice.  Then he started to finger my hole.
As this felt good I spread my legs a little and he slipped his finger
in.  It did not hurt so he must have had some lubricant.  It was not
long before he had several fingers and was even teasing my prostate.  I
just accepted what he was doing and then he replaced his finger with his
hard cock.  As he covered me I was not in a position to object nor did I
have the energy either being exhausted from the spanking.  I felt
totally helpless as he took me but I loved it all; even when he bit my
neck in the heat of passion.  I still can see the scar as a reminder of
his conquest.  He kisses it very time he takes me.

Soon, too soon, he got up and dressed.  "Boy, you better get this place
cleaned up by tomorrow." he said and left.  I lay there at least an hour
basking in the afterglow of all that had happened knowing that he had
taken me into his pack on his terms.  The terms would become clearer as
he defined the rules.  Basically, I was his little brother and subject
to his discipline as the head of the pack.

As you can guess, my house was much cleaner after that and within the
month I was using the gym regularly.  After that he was a lot more
physical with me.  But he was like a brother when others, particularly
the boys, were around with just roughhousing.  He always won even when
he gave me an advantage.  That, he insisted, gave him sexual rights to
me as the vanquished.

The combination of being friend, babysitter and member of the pack gave
me the right to discipline the boys and they were not unhappy with that.
They understood the order of things and who was in charge of whom.

Thor was just a lad of ten when he showed me that he really knew the
rules.  I was babysitting them.  While they were playing, I was grading
papers.  Thor shoved Arny and he fell.  Thor really changed gears.  He
dropped the ball he was carrying, helped Arny up and told him he was
very sorry.  Then he calmly walked over to me and said: "Uncle Lobato,
please spank me for shoving Arny."  After he made clear to me that he
knew why and that it had to be hard enough to make him cry.  As I
dropped his pants and pulled him over my knee, I knew that he would
resist crying as long as he could.  I really had to spank him hard to
make him cry.  After some corner time he apologized to his brother again
and thanked me for spanking him.

Even as Arny grow into Ares, he knew that he should obey his big brother
particularly after Thor was twelve and formally given some formal
authority over him.  It was just about that time that the boys caught
Zeus spanking me.

I had messed up my bank account and, as I was trying to straighten out
the mess of late fees and bank charges, Zeus dropped over.  Soon I was
over his lap once again and sometime during the spanking the boys got
home from school.  They saw their dad turning my butt into a hot flaming
mess and my trying to soothe it with copious tears.  With my jeans and
shorts about my ankles, I was sent to the corner to stand with my hands
on my head just like they were.  Zeus calmly explained that I had been
naughty because I was careless and made trouble for myself.  In many
ways it was like their not doing homework or breaking a window.  They
found that it was very interesting that an adult was spanked just as
they were.  When Thor asked if he could spank me, like he could his
brother, Zeus laughed.  "No, son, a boy does not spank a man."

"Some day, soon, I'll be a man, like you dad." he mussed out loud but
not that his dad could hear.

Sports were a big thing with Zeus and the boys for it was a simple way
to show dominance over others.  They were frequently team captains and
things were quite orderly for they encouraged a clear pecking order with
their mates.  There was no doubt that they always wanted to be top dog
but when they were not, they totally supported who ever was.

It was lots of fun to watch these duels particularly in the warm weather
after they were adolescents.  It was usually free from wresting until
the loser yielded with a single word.  If they were in a group, the
victor would help up the vanquished and shake hands.  They always had
tents in their pants at that time.  If it was just a couple of youths,
then the victor would often demand a clear indication of submission.  At
first it was a simple act such as kowtowing but as they got older it
preceded to cock sucking and, at least once, fucking.  I was able to
watch these things from my window with binoculars.

One of things that I was concerned about was the boys knowing that Zeus
and I frequently had sex and that he was always the dominant one.  We
had always been careful not to let them see anything but kids observe a
lot just like they had seen that spanking.  About three years ago I
started to worry about what would happen when the boys got bigger and
stronger.  Roughhousing had always been a game we all played but by the
time they were fourteen and twelve the pair of them could always over
power me.  Zeus can still beat the pair of them even now that they are
seventeen and fifteen.  Of course, as he has since they were small, he
occasionally loses intentionally.  Now they understand that and are very
careful about how they boast of beating him.

I started to notice how Thor was increasingly slow to get off me when he
and Ares were on top of me having beaten me together.  He seem to like
sitting on my chest, holding my arms down and flaunting his bulging
crotch in my face.  Truth be told I liked they way this young stud acted
although I dare not admit it to anyone.  I wondered what he would do
when he conquered me.

For the next few months, he was challenging me in a subtle way.  Thor
and his brother would "attack" me and Ares would back off very quickly
leaving the two of us to duel.  Then if he got close to winning either
he would back off or Ares would join him.  I knew it was just a matter
of time before he would beat me by himself and I'm sure that he knew
also.

It was also clear that it was a sexual thing with him for he almost
always used the 'Saturday Night Ride' manoeuver.  He would force my legs
apart with his and then force my torso down as he slid up rubbing his
hard-on against my crotch which never failed to get me hard also.  He
would then back down and quit with a draw or let me win.  He was always
smiling after these encounters.

I resolved that I would avoid being with Thor alone so that he could not
challenge me but "the best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley".
It was after school and I assumed that Ares and Thor would both be home.
I was wrong and only Thor was there.  He was, as always, very polite and
respectful and insisted that I come in.  The clipper I wanted to borrow
was in the utility room next to the family room.  The was the last place
I wanted to be with him for that was the place the dueling was
permitted.  But I was trapped.  Once there he spoke: "How about a little
fun, Uncle Lobato?  You seem to enjoy it last week."  While I was
looking to a way to say no, he pounced.  Since we were both dressed in
shorts and a T-shirt he had his excuse.

I must confess that he really got me properly.  In only three minutes I
knew that he was completely in control of the situation.  Even though we
both knew that I had lost, we continued the game.  Afterward he told me
he was enjoying controlling me after all these years of being
deferential.  But now I was finding his totally controlled, strong,
lithe body extremely erotic as it pressed against mine forcing me to
yield over and over.  All I had to do was say one word and he would stop
but I could not bring myself to stop this.

As time passed, I tired much more than he did and he was able to control
me more easily.  After at least of minute of rubbing his crotch on mine
grinning at me all the while, he turned me over and humped at my butt.
"You're mine now, Uncle Lobato." he said softly with both respect and
confidence.  I nodded.  "You have to say it, Uncle Lobato." he
continued.

"I'm yours, Thor."

He eased up his grip and stayed still.  "You watched us with your
binoculars long enough to know what I'm going to do, Uncle Lobato.  You
wanted it for a long time and it will be more comfortable in the
bedroom."  He got up and, after helping me up, led me to his den.  He
was right.  He had noticed a great deal, particularly how I  had
frequently looked at him.  In his den he quickly striped me and himself.
He gently pushed me to my knees and I looked up at him.  His body
definitely lived up to his name; he was like a god that they write about
in prono.  He poked me with his rampant shaft and I took it deeply into
my mouth.  I could not ever imagine refusing him as I sucked
enthusiastically.  I was not surprised when he blasted into me for
whenever I had watched him from afar, he had always filled the
vanquished one's belly.  What else was he planing for me?

He laid me prone on his bed and started to play with my butt hole just
as his father had ten years ago for the first time.  I was thrilled at
the prospect but scared at the same time.  Although he was just half my
age, I was powerless to resist.  Then he mounted me and slowly, gently
and, I suppose, respectfully slipped his arrow into my hole.  I felt
wonderful.  He had barely started and already I felt it was the best
fucking ever.  I was in heaven.

We lay still for a while and then I felt his teeth in my neck.  I tried
to get away but he held me tight.  He was his father's son.  He released
his bite and then licked me.  "You're my first man, Uncle.  That makes
me a man also." he declared triumphantly.

But then he interrupted his fucking.  He withdrew and turned me over and
re-entered me watching my face.  I sure that I looked as happy as he
did.  This time he went all the way and as he approached climax so did I
with even touching my hard cock.  Within a minute he also exploded
shooting a load up my chute.  We remained still for a while and then I
realized that he was still hard.  The stamina of seventeen.  He reached
over to the night stand and got the towel and wiped me dry.  Then he let
the towel go and he had a mustache trimmer in his hand that had been
under the towel.  He turned it on and it buzzed softly.  Wordlessly, he
then clipped my pubic bush completely off.

I was stunned but knew that this was his right.  He had fairly crushed
me in battle and by the rules of the pack I was required to submit to
his will without question.  He then took me into the bathroom and shaved
the stubble away.  It was the very first time I had been chipped and
shaved and strangely it felt very good.  Then back in bed he held and
spoke with me.  He explained what was going to happen.  Outwardly all
was to remain the same for it would not be good for Ares to know however
in private I was required to show the proper respect and deference to
the beta male.  Should I fail in these regards he would share me with
Ares.   So that I would not forget my place, he was going to keep me
shaved.

He even anticipated my concerns.  Don't worry about the gym.  It none of
anyone's business whether or not you have pubes.  Don't even answer
their questions.  Of course, dad is a different matter.  You are to tell
him when he asks about this [as he rubbed my bald pubis].  I'm sure he
noticed my reaction.  "Yes, Uncle, I've known about you two for more
than three years."  He laughed.  "I'm sure dad will understand that he
has to share you."

A couple of days later, before Zeus could learn that his oldest son had
moved to the beta position in the pack, he had to go away for week long
construction job.  As usual, I was left in charge of the boys and Thor
and Ares repeated their usual promises to follow the rules.
Unfortunately, I failed not only to promise but, far more significant,
to follow them.  That first night that Zeus was away, I went out with
some friends and got wasted on booze.  I really don't know how I managed
to drive home.  Luckily, even though I parked on the lawn, I did not
crash.  I did not make it into the house but Thor and Ares found me on
the lawn in my own puke in the morning.  It was obvious that I had been
drinking to excess and, even worse, driving while plastered.

The boys (or should I say youths or, even, young men) knew I had done
very naughty things.  Zeus had long ago extracted promises about not
drinking until it was legal and then only in moderation.  Although he
did occasionally allow them a little beer at meals so that it was not
totally forbidden fruit.  A couple of times he had Thor drive home
because he had had just one bear to prove that he really meant it for it
was that important.

They woke me with the garden hose.  The cold water was very effective in
rousing me.  They quickly stripped me of my soiled and wet clothes.  I
did not have the will to resist.  I did have an absolutely monestrous
headache.  Thor sent his brother for the paddle their father used on
them when they had been very bad and led me over to the closest chair.
Minutes later I was over Thor's lap being lectured and spanked just like
the extremely naughty boy I was.  The paddle was made of dense hardwood
and shaped like a big hairbrush.  Thor wielded it as hard as he could
while lecturing me about my failings.  So I was bawling like a baby as
Thor continued to pound my bottom.  Eventually, he let me up and stuck
me into a corner for a long time.

I felt awful with my swollen head and butt.  Fortunately, I did not have
to work this day.  Eventually, Thor called me from the corner, lectured
me some more, explained to his brother the new pecking order and why I
did not have pubes, and grounded me for a month.  All I could say was
"Yes, sir." and "No, sir." as if he had been my father or Zeus.  They
watched me very closely to make sure that I only went to school and
other required activities.  Thor was in charge although at times it
seems like Ares had the reins of power when he was assigned to check up
one me.

When Zeus returned he asked about how things went and was surprised when
Thor responded rather than me.  "All was good and proper except for a
case of excess drinking and DWI."  Uncle Lobato did both and I paddled
him and grounded him for a month."

Zeus looked at me.  "Yes, sir; that is the truth."  Then he looked
directly at Thor.  "I recall telling you that 'a boy does not spank a
man' years ago.  That has not changed."

"Yes, father but I have changed.  I beat Uncle Lobato in a fair fight
and May 17, 2001fucked him good and proper.  I'm certainly a young man
now and Uncle Lobato is just a boy."  Saying that, he pulled me up and
lowered my pants to show my hairless groin to his father.  "See, father,
as bald as a baby."

Then after checking their school work, he told them that they had done
well and that he was proud of them.

Later Zeus told me that liked me smooth and wondered why he did not
shave me years ago.

Since then whenever Ares looks at me, I can see the fire in his eyes
that he wants to challenge and conquer me like his big brother has.  I'm
sure it is going to happen within the year making me the delta male of
the pack.

I dream of it happening.  I expect that I'll like it.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L. May 17, 2001

Y.

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